Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.